The next day…
Alana woke up, alone. Not knowing what happened to Chris at all. She figured he had to go into work early, or something like that. So, she decided to call the NYPD station to see if he were there yet.
"Hi, is Chris Redfield in this morning?" She asked the receptionist.
"One moment please."
Alana sat on hold for about five minutes, and then the woman came back.
"No, he didn't come in this morning. He doesn't work today." The woman said, sounding very much like she didn't care.
"Oh, thank you." Alana said, then hung up the phone. 'Where did he go she thought to herself, walking back to the bedroom to get dressed.
*Ring Ring*
The phone rang. Alana walked over to the phone on the nightstand. "Hello?" she answered, sounding somewhat unhappy.
"Hey," Chris said
"Where are you?!" Alana said very annoyed into the phone.
"Uh, I'm at, in, I mean, in the car." Chris said, sounding unsure of himself.
"Uh huh." Alana said sounding like she didn't really believe that.
"I'll be home in a little while, I've…uh…I've…got a surprise." Chris said, sounding like he wasn't very sure of himself.
"Oh," Alana said "Alright, I'll see you later then."
"Yeah, see ya." Chris said, then hung up the phone.
Chris was sitting on Jill's couch, wondering why he ever lied about where he was. He knew that if he said where he was, it would upset Alana, but if she ever finds out he lied…well, he wouldn't be very happy.
"Good morning." Jill said, walking down the hall from her bedroom. "Do you want to-"
"I have to go." Chris said standing up, then walking to the door.
"why." Jill said, sounding concerned.
"Because, I have to go home." Chris said turning around quickly to look at Jill.
"But, last night-" Jill started.
"Meant nothing, whatever I said or did, meant nothing, I don't even remember anything." Chris said looking at her, right into her eyes.
"Fine." Jill said walking over to him, and looking up at him, "If you're going to act like a five-year old, then go ahead, but I know how you really feel, I remember what you said, and I still believe, someday you'll be sorry." Jill was still looking up at him, her gaze not quavering a bit.
"Yeah right." Chris said smugly looking back at her.
Jill had a look of complete and utter amazement on her face, then slapped him across his. Chris put his hand over where she hit him. Then just looked at her for a minute, then turned and walked out the door, down the elevator, and to his car. When he sat down in the car he thought 'Maybe I should go apologize…Or not.' Then he started up the car and started driving home.
Sorry for making it so short, but I don't have much time to write right now.
Alana woke up, alone. Not knowing what happened to Chris at all. She figured he had to go into work early, or something like that. So, she decided to call the NYPD station to see if he were there yet.
"Hi, is Chris Redfield in this morning?" She asked the receptionist.
"One moment please."
Alana sat on hold for about five minutes, and then the woman came back.
"No, he didn't come in this morning. He doesn't work today." The woman said, sounding very much like she didn't care.
"Oh, thank you." Alana said, then hung up the phone. 'Where did he go she thought to herself, walking back to the bedroom to get dressed.
*Ring Ring*
The phone rang. Alana walked over to the phone on the nightstand. "Hello?" she answered, sounding somewhat unhappy.
"Hey," Chris said
"Where are you?!" Alana said very annoyed into the phone.
"Uh, I'm at, in, I mean, in the car." Chris said, sounding unsure of himself.
"Uh huh." Alana said sounding like she didn't really believe that.
"I'll be home in a little while, I've…uh…I've…got a surprise." Chris said, sounding like he wasn't very sure of himself.
"Oh," Alana said "Alright, I'll see you later then."
"Yeah, see ya." Chris said, then hung up the phone.
Chris was sitting on Jill's couch, wondering why he ever lied about where he was. He knew that if he said where he was, it would upset Alana, but if she ever finds out he lied…well, he wouldn't be very happy.
"Good morning." Jill said, walking down the hall from her bedroom. "Do you want to-"
"I have to go." Chris said standing up, then walking to the door.
"why." Jill said, sounding concerned.
"Because, I have to go home." Chris said turning around quickly to look at Jill.
"But, last night-" Jill started.
"Meant nothing, whatever I said or did, meant nothing, I don't even remember anything." Chris said looking at her, right into her eyes.
"Fine." Jill said walking over to him, and looking up at him, "If you're going to act like a five-year old, then go ahead, but I know how you really feel, I remember what you said, and I still believe, someday you'll be sorry." Jill was still looking up at him, her gaze not quavering a bit.
"Yeah right." Chris said smugly looking back at her.
Jill had a look of complete and utter amazement on her face, then slapped him across his. Chris put his hand over where she hit him. Then just looked at her for a minute, then turned and walked out the door, down the elevator, and to his car. When he sat down in the car he thought 'Maybe I should go apologize…Or not.' Then he started up the car and started driving home.
Sorry for making it so short, but I don't have much time to write right now.